Reminiscing ?

The party..

Vera's POV:
I have always believed, and I still believed in the cliche saying that 'everything happens for a reason.'

life, fate, destiny, whatever you decide to call it, had a funny way of screwing your life up.

Sometimes I wish that I could've just avoided and missed all the chaos that he brought into my life, but as I said earlier; some things were just destined to be.

In seconds I realised that I was wearing a skirt. I sighed deeply and facepalmed. Nestor noticed and chuckled finding everything so amusing, it was so strange to hear him laugh and for some reason my stomach flipped.

"Fuck. My skirt. What do I do?" I asked hopelessly.

"Guess these will have to do." He handed me a pair of jeans from the hollow space underneath the seat that he had spare. Soon putting my bag in after, which I'd given to him along with his own. He grinned to himself, pleased.

"Are you joking?" My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I knew this was my only choice. I clutched onto the jeans and quickly ran into the nearest toilet to change. As I entered I took a long look in the mirror- after having changed, I placed a strand of my hair behind my ear and walked out to be greeted by Nestor as expected. I frowned.

He took a picture of me on his phone as he laughed and teased, "They suit you and so does your usual tomato coloured face."

I ignored his statement and went over to the dreaded bike reminiscing back to when I first laid eyes on Nestor and how he'd stated that I looked like a "tomato". I rammed the helmet onto my head, gritting my teeth. I so did not want to have to do this. I fumbled with the straps. The helmet was huge and I couldn't see what I was doing. It smelled kind of citrusy, it was a nice smell. I jerked my thoughts back to the matter at hand- getting the helmet on so I wouldn't be so likely to die.

"Here.." Nestor's hands brushed over mine and fixed the helmet for me.

His fingertips tickled my neck, and for some reason I felt all shaky. Weird... I shook it off, attributing it to dread at having to get on this so called vehicle.

"Don't look so scared." He smiled at me- but it was a genuine smile that showed his dimple. It made my heart somersault. I'd never seen that smile before.

He slid onto the bike and I cautiously slipped on behind him. Thank god I'm not in my skirt was all I could think. Nestor reached behind him and his hands found mine, pulling my arms around his waist. I stiffened a little, as he told me to-

"Just relax, Vera."

With a kick, the bike roared to life and growled beneath me. We hadn't moved half an inch but arms squeezed him tight around the waist and I pulled myself as close as I could get. My heart pounded, terrified.

We arrived at the house; my arms were still wrapped tightly around his waist. He slowly removed my hands from his waist and then hopped off the bike. I watched him quietly as he let out a laugh.

"Come on.. it wasn't that bad." He states poking my side.

Frozen, I looked straight into his eyes, "Am I alive?"

"Yes you most definitely are." He took my hand and helped me to get off the bike safely causing me to smile as it was nice to see this side of him, his warm touch caused me to startle but he eased me.

"Just get me inside." I sighed.

He nodded and took me into the house; instantly we were greeted by Claire who had been standing by the front door. Stunned by Nestor she didn't say anything to him. I watched closely as Nestor walked straight through the door leaving me next to Claire as he wandered upstairs back to his bedroom where he usually remained. That was unless he was going out which was quite common.